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#1084187 added February 21, 2025 at 2:04pm
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Desire

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Dany…

Her name was a breathless moan from his lips as he sat heavily on the bed, almost as if his knees had buckled and the mattress was the only thing keeping him from collapsing to the floor. She felt the tremor go through him as he leaned closer still, and where their fingers were still entwined, his gentle squeeze as he held on tighter caused a shiver to ripple through her. His usual grey eyes were darkened with his passion, the tiny flecks of bronze swimming within them either a part of him or simply a seductive play of the glow from the lone lit lamp at her bedside.

She was powerless to pull away when his forehead met hers. She arched closer still as their warm breaths mingled as one from lips parted and trembling for a different kind of collusion. Her free hand brushed his cheek, finally feeling the unsurprising soft bristles of his beard against her flesh. His name was a silent gasp lodged deep in her throat as he pulled back a little, but just far enough for her to see that he meant to speak.

“I want to kiss you, Dany,” came the throaty whisper. “Every single inch of you if you’ll let me.”

If she hadn’t been blushing before, she was literally doing a good impression of a living inferno as his words cloaked her with its sincerity and urgency. She couldn’t remember tilting her head to give him better access, and with distant thoughts of Viserys’s sloppiness and the khal’s brutal dominance for references on how a kiss should be, all faded into oblivion at the first teasing, seeking, and pleading sensation of Jon Snow’s lips upon hers.

Oh…my…

Unaware of the tension that had been building in her shoulders all this time, they began to sag in helpless surrender as he captured her lower lip and sucked like a man tasting something so sweet and succulent. His moan of satisfaction made something warm pool in the pit of her stomach and trickle down to the forming warmth between her clamped thighs. When he switched his attention to her upper lip, her mind raced with ways to reciprocate. She had never been given an opportunity to kiss in return, and though she practiced by herself, and watched enough romantic movies to get the gist of it, she still felt clumsy and awkward about it all. Swirling emotions of delight and confusion caused her to part her lips when he pulled away again to allow them to catch their breath.

Or that had been the plan at least, for when he swooped in again to take advantage of the opportunity, it was all Dany could do not to melt into a puddle at the shocking feel of his tongue thrusting into her mouth to seek hers. If he had shown signs of being thirsty for her earlier, this…this was a man clearly showing just how long he had bottled up his need for more than something chaste between them. She whimpered and dug her fingernails into his shoulders, lashes fluttering closed as she tried to mimic his actions, allowing her tongue to brush, taste, and match his thirst for more. She didn’t even mind the constant friction caused by his beard against her sensitive skin for it was something she had dealt with while with the khal. A sensation she had once thought irritating and uncomfortable, now felt like soothing bristles of warmth against her skin.

He was a taste of sweet wine and spices, of power, and of wonder. Her head was beginning to swim, and that warm trickle forming in that most sacred yet violated place between her thighs was now making her hitched towel damp with its sinful fluids. A part of her was terrified at how wet she already was, but as her arm snaked around Jon’s broad shoulders to press even closer to him, she squelched down the troubling voice and allowed herself to be pushed slowly back to the bed until she was supine and breathless.

“Dear gods,” Jon panted when he finally tore his lips away with the effort of a lifetime. “I…you…Dany…”

Same, Jon Snow. I feel exactly the same, she thought with her lungs nearly at bursting point with its search for much needed air. Her lips felt swollen and throbbed with the hunger of his kisses. She licked them slowly as if hoping they were still a part of her face, while studying his flushed and flustered expression. One would think it was the first time he had kissed someone with that awed look on his visage. Besides, with their conjoined hands still pressed between them, she could feel (and hear) the pounding of their heartbeats. His especially.

“I have to,” he gulped with blatant craving in a gaze trained on lips he had all but consumed and would still love to devour. “I have to go get something from my room…I’ll be right back, okay?”

She smiled at his consideration and didn’t stop him from seizing her lips again in a hard kiss that told her he was definitely going to return come hell or high water.

“f***,” was his muttered curse as he reluctantly released their hands and scrambled to his feet. She tried not to giggle as he bumped into her dresser, cursed again, and apologized for being so clumsy before dashing out like a virgin eager to please his first lay.

Oh, Jon…

She remained on her back; not sure she could move even if she wanted to. Her entire body was a mass of thrumming nerves and she hugged herself as if hoping to recapture the strength and warmth of his body against hers. Closing her eyes, she relieved their kiss again, puckering her lips and recalling every decadent taste of his passion. That was how a real kiss ought to make you feel. It didn’t have to be painful or impersonal. It didn’t have to leave you drowning in saliva or disgusted afterwards. It was meant to make your toes curl and your insides quiver like those colorful gelatin desserts she enjoyed. It was meant to make you want to sing a million songs, to fly to the heavens, or to dance in the clouds.

Ah, yes.

Slowly lifting her arms, she pretended she was a sultry seductress waiting for her outlaw prince. She would be dressed in the flimsy gowns and opulent jewels the ladies of Dorne were prone to wear. Perhaps a dress made of a million beads that cascaded down her body like shimmering rain. She writhed on the bed and pursed her lips, lowering her lashes, then batting them as she had seen her favorite actresses do on screen.

Come here, my love, she said to her imaginary outlaw, though his features looked oddly enough like a certain northerner with a twang that was noticeable again after their kiss. So, he did resort to his northern roots when stressed or in the throes of passion.

Hmm…

Dear gods, was she getting even wetter or-?

“Sorry,” came the breathless words as Jon returned with a sheepish expression on his visage. “I couldn’t find the damn thing at first and had to toss out my entire luggage.”

She sat up on her elbows, hardly bothering to stop the towel from loosening and allowing a little more of her breasts to be exposed. With him still hovering uncertainly at the doorway, perhaps hoping she hadn’t changed her mind, she took the time to admire him from head to toe. If she were really that sultry vixen she had imagined, she might have asked him to strip so she could watch. But she wasn’t, and even if she could muster out the words, she was sure she’d sound like a frightened mouse.

However, Jon must have noticed something on her face, for his lips formed that now familiar smirk of satisfaction as the eager boy vanished and the confident man took control. His hands tugged at the bottom of his shirt and Dany felt her breath catch as he pulled it over his head to reveal a torso even better than the photo on his profile page. He clearly took care of himself, and as he tossed the shirt aside, she was mesmerized at the play of those ripped muscles beneath the slightly tanned skin. She might have whimpered when his hands moved to the belt and began to unbuckle it slowly.

Too slowly.

She captured her lower lip between her teeth and wished she could tell him to hurry it up, but he was being a deliberate asshole and the brief flash of his teeth as he grinned had her growling and raising her middle finger in response.

He laughed and unzipped then, hands now tugging the tight jeans down narrow hips and powerful thighs. She wasn’t surprised to find he was wearing black boxer briefs – and a designer brand at that- but she was surprised at how…endowed he was. Not that she had been staring at his lower half all this time, but my goodness. All that hidden within his pants?

“You’re making me blush, Dany,” he teased as he kicked the jeans aside, tossed a couple of square silver-foiled packets on the bedside table, and leisurely made his way toward her.

She slid up the bed, the towel now so high up her hips, she was sure the sharp scent of her musk and wet evidence of her arousal did not escape his watchful dark gaze. Hell, all she had to see was the rising bulge in those designer briefs to know just how much she was affecting him. Glowing in that knowledge, she was immediately trapped in position with his arms positioned on either side of her body as he swooped in to capture her lips again in a searing kiss.

She wrapped her arms around him and gave back as good as she got, now aware that she had to be just as aggressive and appreciative of the way he was making her feel. She was sure he had kissed women with more expertise in the act, but she was a fast learner, and she was going to try to leave him just as satisfied if she could.

“Dear gods, I want you so much,” he rasped as he released her lips to trail his fevered kisses up her cheek to her ear, where the next whispered words would leave her completely at his mercy. “Let me show you how it’s really done, Dany.”

She inhaled sharply as he pulled away, but only to place his hands on her hips to position her onto the middle of the bed and to rest her head against the pillows. The towel was a non-entity at this point, for it was a twisted mess of discomfort trapped between them. Her breasts were now exposed, and though a timid part of her wished to cover them up from his heated scrutiny, the increasingly brazen side was delightfully pleased at how mesmerized he was. She knew her skin was pale like milk and her nipples the hue of a rosy blush; nipples that were now so taut and perky, they were almost an embarrassment. But not to him, not to the way his hooded gaze traveled over them, how his trembling hands cupped and felt the weight of them before squeezing in gentle reverence. She was prepared for the familiar pain to shoot through her with that motion, but as before, where they had been pinched or twisted by her tormentors, Jon seemed determined to be the exact opposite.

Instead of hurt, there was only pleasure heightened by the warm and wet sensation of his tongue tracing lazy circles around her right breast until they arrived at its inevitable destination. When his tongue flicked teasingly at the rosy nub, her inhaled breath of air was loud enough to make him smile. He repeated it again, and this time she arched helplessly into him, her fingernails digging into the hard planes of his shoulders with every lick. When he finally wrapped his lips around the wet protuberance and sucked like a man savoring the richest of wines, Dany’s eyes closed in a bliss not felt since…well…

Oh…oh yes!

He was now thumbing her other nipple, a reminder that nothing was to be neglected when it came to worshipping her body. He rubbed it between fingers, alternating between that and tugging it lightly as if marveling at its resiliency. Dany was a panting mess at this time, her body writhing helplessly beneath him as he continued his wonderful assault on her sensitive flesh. Her musk permeated the air, and she was sure his thighs were now just as wet as hers with the way he had situated himself between her legs.

“You taste so sweet, Dany. I can’t get enough,” he murmured as he released the nipple with a loud kiss, groaning as he focused on the left this time and trailed his hand down to the waiting heat between her thighs.

She gave a sound that was a cross between a sob and a gasp as his fingers teased the light hairs covering her mound. She might not have much strength in them, but she was still able to spread her legs apart to give him better access. His low hum of gratitude as he sucked just a little harder on her nipple, was drowned in the breathless cry to escape her as his fingers danced over the wetter lips below. Parting and stroking them with deliberate care – as if hoping to discover just what was guaranteed to kill her with ecstasy – she arched into his caresses and lifted her hips to urge him on.

Where is the pain? she wondered as strokes grew bolder. Why don’t I want to heave in repulsion? Why am I not quivering in fear?

For the only quivers she was experiencing was that of her sensitive canal being tormented in the most delightful of ways until the world went a brilliant shade of white. Her breath left her in that instant as he found it – that special spot, that tiny bundle of nerves the sex books and magazines called ‘the clitoris’. She could sense him smiling against her bosom, and perhaps if she could speak, she might have begged him not to continue, for she wasn’t sure she could survive the oncoming onslaught. However, she was rendered completely unable to even think when he thumbed and then stroked the hardened nub mercilessly.

OhgodsImgoingtocomeIcanfeelitIcan’tstopitIcan’tIcan’t

She buried her teeth in his shoulder and clung on for dear life, glad to hear his low hiss of pain lost in the turbulent swirl of emotions roaring within her. She wanted to scream, cry, hit, hug, kiss, toss him onto his back and ride him until it was his turn to beg for mercy, but then –

He stopped.

Ohgodsnonononononoplease

“We’re just getting started, sweetheart,” came the grunted words whispered quickly in her ear –

What? There’s more?! her widened eyes asked as they met his amused ones, before she was met with that mop of curly black hair dipping lower again, his talented lips placing kisses that alternated between hard and teasing, along her chest, stomach, tongue dipping into her bellybutton, down to those downy hairs that teased her womanhood until they found the moist crest that he had taunted to submission earlier.

The warmth of his breath against the throbbing clit was nearly enough to release the coil of heat pooled in the pit of her stomach, but when his tongue – that damn blasted tongue of his – licked it ever so slightly, she kicked out legs -often considered weak -to nearly toss him off.

“Damn, Dany,” came the throaty drawl as he lifted his head; his lips and beard already glistening with her juices. “Relax, sweetheart. I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

To emphasize his promise, strong arms wrapped around her upper thighs to keep them steady. With a barely controlled groan at the delectable sight before him, he dove in again to satiate his hunger, knowing just were to kiss, lick, and stroke with his tongue to get her skin breaking into a light sheen of sweat. She sank trembling hands into his hair, loving the soft feel of it against her fingers until they tugged gently on the roots as his deeper kisses and the sexy sound of his suckling was all that filled her ears – that and the pitiful whimpers of pleasure that kept slipping past her lips.

Never could she have imagined a place once considered shameful and filthy; a place where two men prior had used and abused for their selfish needs, could ever be made to feel like the most precious part of her. Jon was lavishing as much attention to that place as he had paid to her lips and breasts, almost as if to remind her of just how desirable and beautiful this broken body was supposed to be.

Her chest became tight until she could barely breathe. She choked on a sob and then another as the tears broke free to cascade silently down her cheeks. She tried to stifle it, hoping he wouldn’t take it the wrong way, but she was spared from her dilemma when the toe-curling almost piercing rush of her orgasm had her gasping out loud. Wave after turbulent wave of her completion had her spasming for a moment, until he mercifully released her with tender kisses to her inner thighs as if to thank her for the most amazing thing he had ever tasted.

“Mmm…I swear by the gods,” he began like a drunken man slurring with satisfaction. “You have got to be…” His words trailed off as he finally looked up. “Seven hells,” he whispered in slight panic as he noticed her tears and sat up with concern on his features. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? Oh, gods, Dany, I’m sorry if you didn’t want, I mean…. mmphff!”

You talk too much, she might have said as she ravished his mouth and tasted herself upon his tongue. She still held tight to the roots of his hair, adjusting into position as he groaned and grabbed onto her hips for the conclusion to this wonderful initiation into the wonders of lovemaking.

He ground and rotated his hips against hers, his obvious arousal damp, hard, and urgent against her abdomen. They would break apart for air, but just far enough for him to whisper breathless words of need as she released her stranglehold on his hair and slid her hands down to his underwear. Meeting and holding his scorching gaze prisoner, she began tugging it down and without breaking eye contact, their breathing harsh and uneven, he helped with the restrictive obstacle until his throbbing cock kissed her mound with its hot length and warm drops of precum.

A low sound that was a cross between a growl and a pained whistle slid past his lips as she shyly wrapped her hands around it and began to stroke…up and down…slowly…carefully…watching as his lashes drifted shut, as his already flushed features seemed to slacken, as he sucked in a breath, pressed closer to her and threw back his head for a moment before hissing and falling forward again. As their foreheads met, he let out a trembling breath and lifted his lashes again.

“Please…st-stop for a bit, Da-Dany,” he pleaded. “I need to…”

Right, the condom.

Reluctantly, she released him, her hands still tingling from the feel of his penis in her grasp. Neither Viserys or the khal had allowed her to do something that intimate, so getting to finally experience it was almost intoxicating. It showed that she could actually have power over a man in this act. Jon was showing she too could take control and leave him just as helpless if she really wanted to. It didn’t have to be a one-sided affair at all. She writhed with a satisfied sigh, watching him fumble with the package and finally apply the sheer protective covering over that magnificent organ. Pity she would never get to experience it the way it ought to be, but she would take what she could get, and right now…

I want all of you, Jon Snow, her eyes demanded when he returned into her waiting arms. Every single inch of you.

When they kissed this time, they seemed to realize just how important this moment was. It was no longer frenzied kisses of desperate passion, but a languid re-exploration of mouths that gasped and panted as one while their lower halves began the prelude to a dance as old as time.

“Gods, you’re beautiful, Dany,” he half-sobbed as he guided the tip of his cock to her welcoming wet folds. He caressed them for several torturous seconds as if in greeting, preparing that most sacred of places for an invasion she never realized she needed this badly.

Oh, Jon…hurryhurryhurryhurrypleaseooooh

There was the familiar pressure of insertion, not as timid as she was with her vibrators or dildos, or as insecure as Viserys or as rude as the khal’s. This was steady, confident, sure of its task yet seeking…pleading for her final permission to go as deep as it could. It was with a breathless sigh that she conceded to his silent request, her arms wrapped tight around his neck as he helped to lift her hips and take what was his for tonight.

He established a tempo she could keep up with, though as the crests of pleasure filled her, she began to take charge of things perhaps subconsciously. Her inner walls would tighten at just the right moment to prolong the inevitable, his fervent whispered words of encouragement mingling with her harsh pants of increased bliss. With every stroke, he seemed to go deeper still until where he ended and where she began blurred in the growing haziness of her incoming completion. She could feel the tears coming again and was glad to seize his lips in a kiss that was as torrid as their quickened pace. His thrusts left her mindless, each driving home the message that she was never going to forget him anytime soon.

Ohgods!

Her orgasm was a brief flash of white in the blinding darkness behind eyes that had been squeezed shut. She had to release his lips to bury her face against the crook of his neck, her entire body jerking once…twice…three times as she exploded in the most wonderful kaleidoscope of emotions. Yet, he didn’t stop. He rode the first wave with her, his thrusts picking up pace until she felt it again –

Already? Ican’t…ohdeargods…helpme….

The second wave was just as potent, and she felt she could simply give no more. She couldn’t feel her legs, and still he remained engorged and greedy within her slick cavern, as if sure she had at least one more to spare. She might have begged him to have mercy or pushed him off for being so inconsiderate of her limits, but to her chagrin, she felt the now familiar crescendo strike through her for the third time in as many minutes.

This time, she felt him tremble within her embrace, and she knew he was finally about to let go. She helped as best she could, lifting her hips and capturing his full lips in another kiss, until his hard shudder against and within her punctuated their consummation. She regretted not getting the pleasure of his semen filling her insides and trickling down her thighs, for as much as she appreciated the condom, a part of her longed to feel every inch of him down to the swollen tip of his beautiful cock.

He sagged upon her, his weight heavy but not too uncomfortable considering all that happened. She caught her wince between her teeth as he slowly withdrew with a soft wet sound, his still slightly rigid organ warm against her left thigh. He would release her legs slowly to the bed, but allowed his hands to linger upon her skin, stroking absently and creating more delightful goosebumps while they tried to catch their breaths and steady their thudding heartbeats.

“Seven hells,” came the low groan from somewhere around her neck. All she could see was his lovely curls she was now threading her fingers through. She wondered what hair products he used to get them so –

“…I think I’m probably dead.”

The giggle escaped her lips before she could stop it, and his low chuckle was punctuated with a tender kiss to her shoulder.

With a light grunt, he sat up on his right elbow to study her with that look that made her shyness return with a vengeance.

“Are you all right, Dany? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” came the quiet queries of such deep concern, that the tears she had thought all cried out made her eyes burn until he blurred before her.

No one had ever asked about her feelings after the act. No one had seemed to care enough to make sure she wasn’t hurt or miserable. No one had whispered her name with such reverence or pulled her into their arms, or placed tender kisses to her face and wiped her tears away, or tucked her beneath her favorite quilt until she was snug, warm, comfortable –

(loved)

He didn’t stop her from crying or berate her for being so weak. He didn’t mock her with insults or shout demands at her to stop acting like a child and to clean herself up. He didn’t consider her a tart, a whore, a slut, or some other shameful label that had stuck to her like grime. Jon Snow had managed to do something special tonight, and perhaps he’d never realize just how much it meant to her.

His tender caresses to her forehead and threading of his fingers through her damp strands of hair, made her lashes grow heavy from weariness and a happiness she had not felt in years. And as she threw a leg across his and clung to him like a second skin, she silently prayed to the gods for this most perfect moment to never end.

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